Vale, Connor

One of our much-loved dogs, Connor (pictured below, at right, with her sister Lucy), died yesterday.

My Dearly Beloved and I had noticed that she was a bit sluggish and lethargic on Monday; however, as she was still jumping up on the couch to sit next to us, and was not displaying any other outward signs or symptoms, we assumed she had a bit of a stomach bug, or maybe the canine equivalent of the common cold.

However, when we woke up on Tuesday morning, we discovered Connor had been sick overnight. We made an appointment with the local vet to see her in the afternoon, but weren't too worried as she just seemed lethargic and tired, and wasn't in any pain or distress or displaying any other outward symptoms.

She died, very suddenly, about midday. I had been keeping her under one of the ceiling fans as she always preferred being in slightly cooler spaces, with her bowl of water nearby, when Connor suddenly stood up and tried to go outside; she managed to totter a few steps then staggered. I put my arms around her to steady her; she just sighed softly, one long exhalation, and was gone.

Writers talk about the "light going out" of the eyes of the recently deceased, and of their expressions "going slack" - but they are wrong. The light didn't go out of Connor's eyes; they merely went dark. Nor is this being pedantic, for it was not a case of life "switching off"; life had simply departed. And her expression wasn't slack; on the contrary, it had softened, as though the animus, the being that had been the life of this creature had simply slipped the bonds of physicality with Connor's last breath. I can now see why the expression "gave up the ghost" came into existence; it was as though her very essence lifted out of her and drifted away.

Connor was a beautiful creature, loving and gentle and always glad to be around people. She loved being patted and was always very affectionate. Naturally, we were both very upset at her passing; even Lucy could tell there was something wrong and was agitated. How and why did Connor die? We don't know and probably never will, although it appears from what the vet has told us, and what we've been able to work out, that Connor did not die as a consequence of ingesting some poison or toxin. In any event, her death was swift and painless and she did not die alone. She died in my arms; there is some small comfort in that.

In our sadness, my Dearly Beloved and I offered (and still offer) the following prayer to God:

Lord of All Things:
gather unto Yourself this small life,
that in its being provided comfort and joy,
love and companionship;
knowing, as we do, that You love all human life,
so also do we trust that You love all life
that is Your creation;
and so, with that knowledge, and in that trust,
we commit this small life to You,
as it returns now to the cosmos from which it sprang.
In the name of Your Son, our Saviour Christ Jesus,
and through the power of Your Holy Spirit,
grant the being that was Connor peace and rest and happy hunting grounds.
Amen.

I believe that it is the ultimate destiny of all life to come into communion with God. What that communion might represent for non-human creatures, I do not know; but I do not believe it is reserved for humans alone. If that were the case, then all creation would be a hollow joke; but I do not believe that for an instant. And I do not believe the Lord of Light will abandon any part of creation to the finality of death.




Talk to you soon,

BB

Quote for the Day: The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside still waters; He restores my soul. He leads me in right paths, for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and staff - they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; and my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord my whole life long. (Psalm 23 - New Revised Standard Version).

We're Baaaaack!

Yes, it's true...my Dearly Beloved and I have returned safe and sound from our holiday to New Zealand. Three weeks ago, we set off to the Land of the Long White Cloud, initially spending seven days based at Rotorua - from which we explored the surrounding districts - before driving to Wellington, catching the ferry across Cook Strait, and travelling around the South Island for two weeks. We had an absolutely fantastic time, and I'll be posting details about particular aspects of the trip in the near future. For the nonce, this collection of "best of" bits will hopefully give you an insight into our time away...

Best Beer - Montieth's Black

I discovered this dark beer at the Lone Star Steakhouse in Wellington (see below), and was immediately won over. Lovers of Toohey's Old (and, yes, Yours Truly numbers among them) will immediately warm to the nutty flavour and smokey undertaste. A positive joy to drink ice-cold while relaxing in the shade on a peaceful summer's afternoon, with either a good book or the day's papers in easy reach.

Best Accommodation - Shades of Arrowtown

This delightful sanctuary is literally a stone's throw from the centre of historic Arrowtown, and consists of a series of cosy units set around a central lawn shaded by leafy old trees. A hedge screens the property from the outside world - not that you'd actually want to hide from the beautiful alpine scenery by which you're surrounded - and the general atmosphere is one of genteel colonial charm that doesn't lapse into hokiness or kitch. A true place of rest for the weary traveller.

Best New Location - Wellington and Nelson

A dead-heat between these two cities. Wellington, the capital of New Zealand, is located on the southern coast of the North Island. Nelson is situated on the north-west coast of the South Island. The heart of each city resides in a central business district that preserves the colonial architectural heritage without descending into pretentiousness or tourist-oriented cliche. Wellington features a number of splendidly preserved/restored buildings and churches, while Nelson is graced by a breath-taking cathedral, snug pubs, and agreeable eateries. Both are also picturesque cities, nestled between mountains and the sea.

Best Old Location - Arrowtown

As far as I was concerned, this was like meeting an old friend again after an absence of many years. I fell in love with Arrowtown the last time I was in New Zealand, largely because its location amid the magnificent Southern Alps and gentle charm reminded me of the Christmas trips to Bright (in the alpine region of Victoria) my family used to undertake when I was a child. I was delighted to discover that, unlike Bright, not much had changed. It is still a splendidly preserved mining town situated in a peaceful valley overshadowed by looming peaks. Of course, the place does cater for the tourist trade; but it has managed to retain its character and charm, and avoid become a cheerless tourist trap.

Best Restaurant - a) The Crazy Horse Steakhouse; b) The Stables

The Crazy Horse Steakhouse in Wellington (don't be fooled by the name: it's not a dodgy entertainment complex frequented by dishevelled men wearing long rain coats) is an elegant but relaxed restaurant located in the heart of Wellington's picturesque CBD. It's menu features superb cuts of prime steak nicely presented, a terrific wine list, and an even better beer menu, from which I discovered the dark liquid gold that is Monteith's Black. The Stables in Arrowtown is set within the grounds of a wonderfully well-preserved historic building, with a menu tending toward Mediterranean cuisine. Once again, the wine list is first class, and the desserts are the perfect compliment to a fantastic meal. Both are pricey, but well worth the capital outlay.

Most Interesting Restaurant - The Skyline Restaurant, Rotorua

As the name suggest, this eatery is located at the summit of one of the many precipitous hills overlooking Rotorua, reached by a scenic gondola ride. The menu comprises a four-course buffet, starting with soups, and running through seafood and main courses, before ending with dessert and coffee. The meal is complimented by comfortable surrounds, efficient staff, and spectacular views of Rotorua and surrounding districts. And don't be worried by the buffet format: this isn't one of those all-you-can-eat "family-style" joints where parents think they are abrogated from any responsibility for ensuring their children conduct themselves in a reasonably civilised manner; quite the opposite, in fact.

Best Cheap Eats - a) The Turkish Delight; b) Arrow Thai Foods

The Turkish Delight in Nelson is a simple, yet elegant, restaurant that serves real food in appropriately generous portions. The cuisine is unpretentious yet flavoursome, the menu expansive and inviting. You don't walk away from this establishment feeling in the least bit hungry, and the coffee is first rate. As you approach Arrow Thai Foods, located on the scenic banks of the banks of the Arrow River in Arrowtown, you are greeted by the delicious aroma of mixed spices redolent with the textures of all the different ingredients utilised in Thai cooking. And the treats to be had more than justify the olfactory promise. Add a solid wine list and the joys of eating outdoors in such a splendid locale, and you have a great dining experience at a cheap-as-chips price.

Best Pub - The Victorian Rose

Without a doubt, this hostelry in Nelson wins by a country mile. A "British" pub without the phony atmospherics or pretentious allusions to quaintness, the Victorian Rose combines nicely though unobtrusively preserved colonial architecture with a laid back mood, a great beer list, and basic but hearty pub food. The ideal environment in which to wet the whistle before heading off to dinner, or spend an idle hour or two lingering over a good brew and a book.

Best Natural Phenomenon (North Island) - The Waitapo Thermal Pools

This truly astonishing series of thermal pools just south of Rotorua makes you realise just how active the earth is, and just how contingent on the volcanic whims of our planet is the continuance of human life. From the multi-coloured thermal water pools with their billowing clouds of sulfurous steam and artist's palette of chemically induced colours, to the glooping mud holes with their acrid stench, this astonishing landscape has to be seen to be believed.

Best Natural Phenomenon (South Island) - Doubtful Sound

The Doubtful Sound cruise makes for a long but rewarding day. It starts with a pleasant cruise across Lake Manapouri, followed by a bus journey across the mountains (and remember, this is Fiordland, deep in the heart of the Southern Alps) replete with panoramic views, and ends with the cruise itself. The deep (and apparent) calm of the water in the Sound, the mountains that drop sheer into the fiord, the pristine silence of the wilderness, and the sheer isolation simply have to be experienced to be understood. Add sightings of dolphins and seals, and you have an excursion into one of the few areas left in the world that have remained relatively unspoiled by human contact. And best of all, you don't have to put up with the hordes of tourists to be found at other, better known, locations such as Milford Sound.

Best Wine - Marlborough Savignon Blanc, 2004-2006 vintage

Any wine from the Marlborough region on the South Island is bound to be pretty good, however, we consistently kept encountering sav blancs of this vintage that were truly outstanding. The crispness of the wine was always underscored by a subtle taste of fruit, and both combined to produce a nicely balanced drop that was worth drinking regardless of the meal. Neither too acidic nor too mellow, this wine managed to be both refreshing and flavoursome, and added up to a great drinking experience.

Best Scenic Drive - Pickton to Westport, via Nelson.

This picturesque but challenging road took you along the spectacular northern coastland of the South Island, before plunging inland across the northernmost reaches of the Southern Alps until you emerged at the north-western coastline for an overnight stay in lovely Nelson. Next day you head inland again, striking once more up and into the mountains, across upland plateau, before descending down to Westport by the spectacular Buller Valley. Along the whole course of the journey, precipitous peaks loom overhead, by different turns reminding one of the Australian Alps, the Scottish Highlands, or even (in my Dearly Beloved's case) the mountains of the upper Yangtze River. The road is frequently narrow and rarely straight, the weather (like all mountain weather) eminently changeable, and the result is unforgettable.

Favourite NZ Curiosity - Chips 'n' Chinese

In both the North and South Islands, my Dearly Beloved and I were repeatedly struck by the frequency with which we encountered fast food stores that provided both Chinese food and fish 'n' chips. Everywhere we went, store signs would proclaim: FISH N CHIPS. HAMBURGERS. CHINESE MEALS. Huh? In Australia, you either go to the Chinese take-away, or you head to the fish 'n' chip shop. But apparently not in New Zealand. We started wondering what this could mean. Stir-fried chips? Sweet and sour potato cakes? Szechuan flake with black bean sauce? We also wondered what it must smell like in one of these establishments, the aroma of Chinese cooking competing with the scent of fried batter; but in the end, we decided it was best to just pass on by and allow this mystery to remain unexplored.

Best Walking City - Christchurch

Without a doubt, Christchurch takes the prize. Nelson and Wellington were close, but Christchurch won without the need for too much reflection. The sheer density of well-preserved historic buildings and churches, combined with multitudes of green, shady spaces and pleasant malls, made Christchurch ideal for a day's idle wandering and pleasant exploring. There was much to see and of which to take note, and it was all nicely snug and compact, meaning you didn't have to go out of your way, or board some ruinously expensive transfer coach for a dull trip to some distant locale. Everything was more or less there in the centre of town, and the centre of town was pretty close to everything else.

Well, that's it for now. As I said, only a taste of some of the more detailed posts to come. For the moment, I need to get my backpack unpacked, my clothes washed, and my bills paid. Also need to get my body-clock back in sync (funny how ten hours doesn't seem to affect me much, but two hours knocks me right out of kilter!).

Talk to you soon,

BB

Quote for the Day: Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience. (Francis Bacon)

Summer Holidays

Well, folks, my particular airwave is going to fall silent for a while as I and my Dearly Beloved take a short break.

Hope you and yours have a restful and safe New Year, and I'll resume normal service shortly.

Peace and Light to you all.

Talk to you soon,

BB.

Quote for the Day: A holiday is something that makes you feel good enough to go back to work, and poor enough so that you have to. (Rev. James Simpson)

A New Year Reflection

My buddy Mairmicate recently sent me this post from her blog.

As you can tell, she's quite angry. But she also makes a very good point: if Mary and Joseph arrived in Australia today, how would they be received? As persons seeking a safe haven - or as potential terrorists? Would they be treated with dignity and respect - or would they be treated as criminals who had to demonstrate their innocence before they received any consideration?

I know the issue of asylum seekers is a touchy one with many people, not least because various sections of our society have managed to create the impression that Australia is being "flooded" with refugees. Moreover, in the constant climate of fear that is the "War on Terror", anyone who is an "outsider" is treated with suspicion; as are those who argue for the humane reception and treatment of refugees. The walls have gone up; the "No Vacancies" sign is flashing in big red neon lights; and we are huddling behind our security apparatus, trembling with fear of we know not what.

Reading Mairmicate's post, however, it occurred to me that when Christ uttered the statement: "Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me", he wasn't simply making an appeal that we deal with one another with dignity and respect - that appeal was made in the so-called Golden Rule. Rather, I think Christ was telling us in stark terms that God exists in solidarity with humanity; that God incarnate in Christ, who was born in humble circumstances, and who died in utterly appalling circumstances, was not simply a statement of manifestation, but was a radical declaration of unity between the human and the divine in the person of Jesus. God was saying to us: "You do not stand alone - I, also, stand with you." And not just with us, but in us, also.

And it seems to me that a necessary corollary of this declaration is that we must change the way we see other people. And, in this particular instance, when it comes to refugees, we must understand that, imprisoned in every single detention centre is not a potential terrorist, or queue jumper, or even asylum seeker; imprisoned in every one of those centres, behind the barbed wire, is Christ.

I pray that I may have the courage this new year to see Christ in all my fellow humans.

Talk to you soon,

BB

Quote for the Day: When I was a child, it was simpler. You knew who They were, and where They were. Now it's different. We don't know who They are, or where They are, but we know They are out there. (George W Bush)